B12

I was wired faulty man, I hate the public
Everybody got opinions, so do I
And mine's been fuck it
Shawty got minefield mental
I brought out the "fuck you" special
I do not do no sentimental
At home, in thought I revel

Why do you choose to rebel?
You are an individual
Counterculture done hid it's tricks
Up it's sleeve then you take me simple
So I hit this instrumental
Words spewing out my dental
I sip this drink like lentil
Then I speak my mental
The streetlights breathe
I see the light crack through
My drapes and blee-bleed
Out onto my floor and I am sound asleep
Still my brain awake while it's protеcting me
This the only love song it hurts to rеad
I think I'd rather stop dissecting me
Honestly, it's more than anything
You could perceive
I couldn't give a fuck, it's like vasectomy
Baby, it's hurting deep

Fireballs, ice spikes and earth walls
Night lights in my bedroom I can't turn off
I dance around with my shirt off
And no one is gon' see me
I could be me freely
I dress up in my best clothes and
I grind open these tea leaves
Go against my time zone and
I'm living life on repeat
3AM with the weed shakes
I'm half baked and I'm clammy
I seriously need intervention
These shadow people like family by now
Living life blacked out and
I'm still alive somehow

I was wired faulty man, I hate the public
Everybody got opinions, so do I
And mine's been fuck it
Shawty got minefield mental
I brought out the "fuck you" special
I do not do no sentimental
At home, in thought I revel